Thursday, January 28, 2010

close here by

her typographic slurs.

Dont cajole but meander your patrolling fingers around his backside. She pulling off her typo and glue. Pouring the paste in she reaches for the psalm of Jill. Jil's reading Jack and carrying the knave of Queens home. She did dildo the ass of her beloved. her coming in his. he came to her hand. Some to her. Hand to mouth she faircrossed the pillow of his belonging becoming.





There's no poultice for this weed my fine fellow signifieds. Take off your absence come to my phone.

They fucktalked all day. Then.